Club Yarn

Isn’t she lovely?

2008-04-23T13:10:00.014-04:00

(And yes, I will be singing that song in my head for the rest of the day, thank you very much.)

Anyway, here is the third and final installment of "Fun with Bronze Knitwear Models." This gorgeous lady is Sara the Sauratown Woman. She is one of the three statues that greet visitors at the front door of the North Carolina History Museum. She is the forensic reconstruction of how anthropologists believe a seventeenth-century Native American woman from the Saura tribe would have appeared.
I thought that it would be appropriate to feature a Native American in a posting so close on the heels of Earth Day and at the end of Earth Week. Native Americans have a direct and spiritual connection with nature and the earth. Sometimes I think all of our efforts to be more "green" are, in some ways, an effort to recapture something that Native Americans understood deeply. If only we could regain just a small portion of their perception, understanding and respect for our natural environment.

Speaking of green, Sara is holding in her hand the triangle kerchief that I knit in a sport weight 100% silk yarn from Sundara in the "Evergreen over Lime" colorway. The pattern is from Last Minute Knitted Gifts . Easy peasy. I love this little kerchief. I used just about every bit of yarn in the skein. Here it is in progress:

I did not like the rough edges of the triangle, so I added a little crocheted picot edge on two sides.

It feels lovely. The colors are brilliant. I will be looking for any excuse to wrap it around my neck or head. And I like to think that Sara blessed it for me.

Where did I go?

2008-04-17T09:39:00.008-04:00

This photo has absolutely no relevance whatsoever to the subject of this post.

I’m in the middle of stealth gift knitting for the moment. Hence the lack of yarn blogging. But I thought today I would pop in and say a few words about . . . well . . . hmmmm. I guess I really don’t have much to talk about in the yarn world. I could discuss why I have too much yarn and not enough time to play with it. But that dead horse might come alive and kick me if I beat it again.

Oh, I know! I could talk about the UFOs (Unfinished Objects) that are gathering cobwebs in my knitting baskets. Perhaps we could all do a little psychoanalysis on why I cannot seem to pick them up. That could be fun. Here’s one:

It’s my first sweater project. I have been working on this for WAY too long. It’s for the hubster. I think he’s given up hope that I will ever finish it. It’s about 85% done. I only lack a little more of the back panel and then the neck and sleeve ribbing.

Theory as to why not done: I think the color BORES ME TO TEARS. I just love color. Lots of color all smooshed and swirled together. I mean look at my sock yarn stash:

There is a veritable feast of color in there. Plain old taupe works like an anesthetic on me.
But this lack of color does not explain why I cannot finish the mate of this sock:

There’s plenty of gorgeous color in there. I love the yarn. I KNOW how to make a sock. I just can’t seem to pick the stupid thing up. Dang.

Finally, we have this lovely little softie:

It’s a crocheted chevron scarf out of Malabrigo lace weight. My lack of progress on this project is quite clear: A big ol’ effin KNOT in the yarn. I wound the skein into a lovely little cake. But as I pulled a little on the working yarn, out popped the worst knot of my knitting career from the center of the cake. (Note: This knot is a result of my winding and not the fault of the yarn maker.) I have tried desperately to untangle this knot. But the way that this yarn is spun makes it felt together the more you handle it. All of my efforts have only made the knot worse. I hate to cut the knot out because it might interrupt the lovely color distribution that’s going on and introduce the pooling virus into the fabric. Dang again.

Okay, that’s all on the UFOs. I hope this post wasn’t too much of a yawner. It was quite liberating for me. I feel a lot less guilty.

Not pouting . . . really.

2008-04-02T10:36:00.006-04:00

Okay, so as mentioned previously, my dear hubby got a new lathe. And he was using it to make me things. And he was planning to make me MORE things. Specifically, some lovely shawl pins out of exotic woods that he had purchased for that purpose.

But last night, he used that lovely wood to make these for the boys:

Yes, those are handmade wands. And they each contain a four-leaf clover in their cores to make them magic.

And I’m not jealous . . . much. It was really worth giving up the shawl pins for shawls I have yet to knit to watch the boys wielding various spells at each other. But I did have to scold the youngest one for casting a cruciatus curse on his brother. (That’s an unforgivable one, and I am their mother.)

So, while the lovely wood was hijacked by my boys, at least they will stop using my knitting needles for wands.

Eggs of a different sort

2008-03-23T17:43:00.008-04:00

Happy Easter! While the past couple of days have been all about eggs (boiled, dyed, chocolate, plastic, etc.), I have a new and exciting kind of egg in my life. Check these out:

My dear, sweet, talented husband made each of these items. Of course, he made them on his new lathe that **ahem** I suggested he buy. Some might accuse me of having an ulterior motive especially since everything he's made so far has been for moi. But I'm above that sort of finger-pointing and eye-rolling.

In case you were wondering what all this woody goodness is about, the two objects on the right are sock darning eggs. With the increased wearing of hand-knit socks around here, they will be put to good use very soon. The forked object on the left is a lucet. It's used to braid cord from yarn. You never know when you might need cord. made of yarn. shut up.

Anyway, I've been getting a little bit of knitting done over the holiday. Not as much as I'd like. But one must periodically stop to do things like:

1) decorate bunny cookies with florescent sprinkles.

2) mediate disputes over who gets to eat the head of the ginormous chocolate bunny that my son won in the Easter egg hunting contest. with a broken arm. He's got skills.

"The Professor" is at least 18 inches tall . . . for now.

3) and make black (???) paper chains for an Easter dinner party being planned by the kids.

I hope they are cooking because I've eaten waaaaay too many jelly beans today to be functional. (the violent sugar-induced mood swings have been kinda fun, though)

Well, hope you are having a nice holiday. And check your socks for holes. I can help.

Speaking of favorite colors . . .

2008-03-19T08:39:00.007-04:00

Yesterday I revealed that my favorite color, generally speaking, is green. This morning at the breakfast table, my youngest son made a similar revelation. He’s four and LOVES coloring with markers. But he comes home from daycare most days with marker ink in his eyebrows. Yes, eyebrows.

Yesterday he actually came home with clean eyebrows. But this morning, I noticed that he was displaying a lovely shade of blue (probably from his coloring session right before bedtime).

So I asked him:

“Honey, why do you have blue marker in your eyebrows this morning?”

He responded:

“Because blue is my favorite color.”

Well, okay.

So in honor of his favorite, let’s take a little peek-a-loo at some of the blue yarns in my stash.

First up, here’s a recently started crocheted chevron scarf in the drop-dead gorgeous Malabrigo lace yarn. The colorway is “Oceanos”.

I can’t pull my eyes away from this yarn. It’s mesmerizing. And so soft. If you’ve never tried this stuff, you must.

Now, oddly enough, I have almost no completely blue yarns in my stash. Probably because I love lots of different colors in my yarns. But here are a few of my mostly blue yarns.

This is Yarn Pirate merino/tencel in the “Icicle” colorway. It was a club colorway. I’m thinking of making the Montego Bay Scarf out of this.

Next is another skein of Wollmeise in the “Vincent” colorway. I wish the blue were a little deeper in this skein, but it is still gorgeous. Not sure what it will be when it grows up. We shall see.

Finally, here’s another skein of Yarn Priate BFL in the “Solstice” colorway. I love this yarn. I started a pair of socks for my mom with this, but I don’t like how it’s working up. It may become a cowl. It has a lovely feel to it.

Well, hope I didn’t make you too “blue” today. Okay. That was admittedly lame. I need a latte.

Pinched by a leprechaun

2008-03-18T11:15:00.011-04:00

So yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. It’s usually my favorite, no obligations kinda holiday. And my favorite color is green. But after the last few days, I feel like the leprechauns did a number on me. The past week was filled with those minor annoyances that, standing alone, are easily brushed off. But this week I was dog-piled by the chaos goddesses. I had a week of dead car batteries, sinus infections, missed one year-old birthday parties (my favorite kind), and this:

My son broke his arm in a basketball game. It’s not a bad break and should be healed in time for his piano recital. But still, he’s my baby, and it hurt.

With the true spirit of a nine-year old, he selected a green cast in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. And we were rewarded with a visit from a rowdy group of leprechauns that snuck into our house and made all kinds of mischief. Like this:

Eeewwwww. That’s green leprechaun pee.

They also opened all the cabinet doors and drawers in the kitchen. Luckily, there was no major damage, and they left us a pile of chocolate coins.

So, I'm moving on, hoping for a better week. But I remain stimulated by all the green, and I’m craving something green to knit. Perhaps I’ll cast on with this lovely green silk from Sundara ("Evergreen over Lime"):

Or maybe this Fleece Artist Merino Sock in "Rainforest":

Or even this hurt-your-eyes bright green from Wollmeise ("Lowenzahn").

And then there’s this Hazel Knits Artisan Sock in "Greenlake"?

Nummy. Nothing like a little stash-diving to soothe rustled nerves. I just hope the leprechauns didn’t mess with my knitting needles.

Fred's turn

2008-03-09T12:05:00.005-04:00

Ain't he handsome?

This is Colonel Frederick Augustus Olds (1853-1935), the founder of the North Carolina Museum of History. He's another one of the bronze statues that greet me on my walk to and from the office. One of his buddies was the recent model for my alpaca scarf. Fred was hurt by this. I could tell. He just had this look.

So to make it up to him, I let him model my new cowl. It was a spontaneous cast-on. I have been DYING to use this yarn for something. It's sock yarn but there were just too many socks in the queue for me to get to it soon enough.

Pattern: Pasmina Cowl from Last Minute Knitted Gifts
Yarn: Sundara sock yarn, colorway "Teal over Conch"
Needles: US 4 circular

This was a super simple pattern. And sometimes you need a neck warmer that's not as fiddly as a scarf. And I cannot tell you how much I love Sundara's yarn. She has a gift for layering colors that I have yet to find elsewhere. This colorway is one of her limited edition colors meaning it will not be repeated. Shucks.

Nummy.

Now I just need to find something for her to model. She's already pouting.

I'm all about the feet.

2008-02-21T14:35:00.011-05:00

Anyone who knows me understands that happy feet = happy me. On my spa weekends with the gals, I’m first in line for the pedicure and the foot massage. When my husband wants some new obscure woodworking tool, he knows that a good foot rubbin’ will make me cave every time. (Dude, I STILL don’t get that saw thingy you showed me last night.) And I CANNOT have too many pairs of these shoes.

So, since my recent discovery that I could combine my foot obsession with my knitting obsession by knitting SOCKS, I’ve been over. the. moon. And I mean the planets-aligned-and-angels-singing kind of excitement. Given that I taught myself how to knit* and that I could not possibly squeeze a sock knitting class into my schedule, I decided to teach myself. I bought this fantastic book and put one foot in front of the other. (sorry, couldn’t resist)

After doing one of the mini-demo socks from the book (which my 4 year old wore around the house for 2 days), I knit a pair for DH. Because he loves wool and has stayed married to me for 18+ years, I felt he was highly qualified to be the recipient of my first pair of knitted socks.

The first one is bigger than the second one, but he swears he loves them.

Yarn: Koigu (KPPPM)
Colorway: Some number I can’t remember but I’ve named it "Impossible Blue" - The blue color in this yarn was so deep that it made my eyes twitch. love.
Needles: US 2 circulars
Pattern: CO 72 stitches and then just plain old stockinette following the general instructions in the book.

After a lot of gift knitting before the holidays, I decided in a daring and selfish move to knit MYSELF a pair. Unfortunately, a little bout of startitis resulted in a pair that don’t match.

Exhibit A:

Yarn: Cider Moon Glacier
Colorway: Forest Floor
Needles: US 3 circulars
Pattern: CO 56, plain sock

Exhibit B:

Yarn: Zen String Serendipity
Colorway: Mount Monadnock
Needles: US 2 circulars
Pattern: CO 72, plain sock

Have no fear. I am currently knitting the sole mate (ha! I crack myself up) for each of these. But that did not stop me from wearing them to work this week. I simply made up some excuse about needing to compare the feel of the yarn in each of the socks to inform my future sock yarn purchases (yeah, like I’m not all about the pretty colors). My co-workers pretended to buy it. But hey, they’ve seen me fishing my cell phone out of the gutter with yarn. How much more could I possibly confound them?

Anyway, I LOVE knitting socks. So you will be hearing a lot about socks in the near future as I embark on a mission to knit a pair of socks for every member of my family. There are enough of them to keep me busy for most of this year. So if you do not share my DNA or are not married to someone who does, you may have to wait a bit.

Next time: "Why Sock Yarn Should be in Your Hurricane Preparedness Kit"

Clearly I’m ready for the next season:

Sock on !!!

*I do wish to acknowledge the unflappable patience of Amos the blog stalker who, during my initial knitting experience, fixed several dropped stitches for me on a train as I cursed and gnashed my teeth. And she still talks to me after that. What a chum.

Feeling Frenchy

2008-01-31T10:14:00.000-05:00

I have no idea if this hat has any true French origins, but I love saying the word "beret". I have my own personal French expert with whom I might consult on this point (she knows who she is). But, for now, let's just move on to the eye-candy, shall we?

Pattern: One-Day Beret from Kirsten at Through the Loops.
Yarn: Coordinating colors of Koigu (KPM and KPPPM) (not gonna give you the color #s as you probably can't find it now anyway)
Purchased at: Purl Soho in NYC on a girls' weekend with my sis.
Needles: US 1 & 2 circs from KnitPicks
Button: Handcarved ebony wood button from my LYS.

I loved this pattern. Because you work it from the top down, you can use any weight yarn without the dreaded GAUGE swatch. I used sock yarn, so it took more than one day, but it was worth it. The colors in this yarn just entranced me as I knitted. KPPPM is a unique experience.

I think I will be making another one of these hats with this:

It's Brown Sheep Handpaint Originals in the "New England Fall" colorway. I picked up three skeins of this at Earth Guild in Ashevile a while back. Total impulse buy, but can you blame me? The bulkier weight will be perfect for this hat.

And so I will be extra Frenchy in my berets this winter. Speaking of France, we were driving around town a few days ago when my littlest guy yelled, "Look, it's Paris!" He was pointing to a cell tower. We may need to plan a trip to France.

Ravelry . . . nuff said

2008-01-24T15:03:00.000-05:00

If you know about Ravelry, I need not say a word. If you don't know about it, you might want to check it out. I am trying to put a button in my sidebar to take you to my Ravelry profile page. Wish me luck.

A Day to Remember

2008-01-23T12:27:00.000-05:00

In a flurry of post-holiday, selfish knitting, I made myself this scarf. Though I have a lovely and functional fleece scarf that my sister made for me, I wanted to have a scarf made out of yarn by me. I whipped this up pretty quick.

Yarn: Plymouth Baby Alpaca Worsted Paint acquired in Asheville during a yarn crawl with my spa peeps

Colorway: hmmmmmm . . . where is that ball band?

Pattern: Just a simple basket weave until I ran out of yarn

Needles: US 10 Hiya Hiya circulars (starting to love these needles)

Sooooo soft.

I was pleased with how it turned out and wanted to show it off in some nice photos in natural light. So I decided to have it modeled by one of the bronze statues in front of the museum I pass on my walk to the office. I selected Mr. Thomas Day as the lucky model.

I chose Thomas Day in honor of the recent Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday and the upcoming start of Black History Month in February. Here's a quote from the museum's web page describing him:

"a free African American who, through his skills and personal endeavors, became one of the most prolific producers of furniture in the state during the antebellum period. Day accomplished this even though the enslavement of African Americans and restrictive laws against free blacks characterized the society in which he lived."

By all accounts, Mr. Day was quite a talented craftsman. But the more I read about Mr. Day, the more I realize how much I don't know about African American history. While Mr. Day was subject to the many legal restrictions imposed upon free blacks, according to one website detailing his life, Mr. Day owned slaves. I can hardly get through books that describe slavery in detail as I often become emotionally overwhelmed by the evils of it all. So the idea of a free African American owning slaves gives me pause. I need to learn more of the story. I guess that's the purpose of Black History Month. I'll be at the library.*

ETA: *I found this transcript of a Black Issues Forum on UNC-TV discussing "Black Slave Owners & Free Slaves." It provides more perspective on what Thomas Day was all about.

must. breathe.

2008-01-07T18:26:00.000-05:00

Now that I have stopped hyperventilating, I must show you what was in the box I just opened. Look at this:

Remember this day? Not a good day. That is UNTIL I found out that my name was drawn for the weekly winner of the Random Acts of Kindness Contest sponsored by Sheri at the Loopy Ewe. I haven't won anything since a Pippi Longstocking look-alike contest when I was a kid. Yea. Still working through the issues associated with THAT win.

But I will have a grand time working through this win. To keep things consistent, I heard the thud of the package on my porch as I was lying in bed nursing the FLU. But Flu-shmu. This package fixed me right up. It included several wonderful patterns, a red loopy bell, a lovely shawl pin, a skein of Cider Moon "Glacier" in the "Forest Floor" colorway (DH is already coveting that one) and a skein of Wollmeise sock yarn in the "Suzanne" colorway. I've wanted some of this yarn ever since seeing the Yarn Harlot's Wollmeise socks. Let's take a closer look, shall we?

Wow. How exciting. I am just blown away. Although, this new sock yarn will require a revision to the sock knitting resolutions that I have been formulating. More on that soon.

Now, fever returning, must go hold Wollmeise to forehead.

Bowled over

2008-01-06T14:23:00.000-05:00

And now back to our FO programming.

I had been wanting to try the felted bowl pattern in Leigh Radford's book One Skein for a while. While poking around my LYS one day, I stumbled upon a nice selection of the Brown Sheep Lamb 's Pride Bulky that the pattern used. The colors were so gorgeous and rich, that I had trouble choosing colors. So, I bought not one, but THREE shades of purple and not one, but THREE shade of green and decided to make nested bowls from the coordinating colors.

Although the book pattern was for a knitted bowl, I decided to crochet them instead. I find that felted crocheted fabric is thicker and more structurally sound, and I wanted these bowls to be chunky little nests of felted goodness.

The purple set gifted to my mom.

These purples match the three purples in her Purple People Heater blanket.

The green set gifted to my sister.

All snuggled in their nest.

Feeling left out, I had to make myself one. I bought this yummy golden yellow Lamb's Pride worsted while visiting Asheville for the weekend. (If you are ever in Asheville, do not miss Earth Guild. I lose my mind in that place.) I meant to buy bulky weight but was apparently so enchanted with the color that I ceased reading labels. But the bowl turned out okay.

The apples love the TLC.

Give felted bowls a try. They are simple, fast, functional and satisfying. Great relief after the holiday crafting fury.

Okay, back to the yarn.

2008-01-04T14:35:00.000-05:00

My absence from this blog through the holidays is directly related to yarn. All my spare time was used to finish up all the gift knitting and crocheting. No excuses. Just sayin.

Here are a few of the gifted FO's that have been officially declassified:

The I'll Packa Hat for my dad. ( It's made of alpaca) I crack myself up.

For the ribbing, I used a bit of black alpaca (Blue Sky) which was a souvenir skein from a girls' weekend with my spa peeps in DC. The red alpaca (for which I lost the ball band - oops) was a souvenir skein from a trip to Asheville with my sister.

Next up, the Purple People Heater afghan for my mom.

Made of soft Homespun from Lion Brand in colors that just HAD to belong to my mom.

The Easter Parade Chevron Scarf for my sister.

The blocking shot.

It matched her sweater perfectly the day that I gave it to her.

Clearly, the fates approve. Made with Lorna's Laces shepherd sock in Purple Iris and Happy Valley colorways. But, I must say, making long, repetitive things with sock yarn? Not sure I will be doing that again. Dang.

So as not to give you FOverload, we'll wrap up with the Arkansas Lap Blanket I made for my husband's grandfather who was recently confined to a wheelchair.

Made from stash scraps of this and that bulky weight. I was going for something large enough to cover his legs, but small enough not to get caught up in the wheels. There have been no reports of accidents or wheelchair malfunctions to date, so I hope we're good.

Well, I still have lots more to post regarding FOs, WIPs, 2008 yarn resolutions/plots, and yummy additions to stash. Don't touch that dial!

Just to clarify . . .

2008-01-04T08:54:00.000-05:00

This is one of my favorite birthday cards ever received from a dear friend last year. It raises an important question not so easily resolved.

However, on the trip back from my parents' house on New Years, I found undeniable proof of the answer:

No one would put this on a sign if it were incorrect. Right? RIGHT?

Discuss.

Deliver me already!

2007-12-13T15:54:00.000-05:00

With the exception of a good yarn or fabric crawl, I generally hate to shop. (I know, I'm some kind of mutant.) I buy almost all non-grocery items online. As a not-interested-in-ever-recovering coffee addict, I recently purchased a new coffee maker for my office. I simply cannot take out a second mortgage to support daily lattes at the local coffee shop, even if the adorable barristas do know my name and my "usual".

The new coffee maker? It's this one. It uses the prepackaged coffee "pods" to make individual cups. Now, before anyone blows an environmental gasket, I plan to make my own pods eventually from a reusable pod maker thingy. But I am still reviewing my options in this regard and, until then, I'm gettin some pods.

Aren't they cute?

I ordered some from Amazon. They were supposed to arrive two days ago. They're still not here. This is not typical in my . . . well . . . let's just say "ample" ordering experience with Amazon. So being of a curious nature, I investigated. Now for comparison purposes, my other related orders from Amazon took a short and efficient journey. They were shipped from Louisville, KY to a town in my state and then next landed in my town for delivery. Boom, boom, boom.

But, according to the track and confirm report for this UPS shipment, my AWOL pods have been doing a tour of the eastern seaboard:

December 7, 2007 05:03:01 PM US Carrier notified to pick up package
December 7, 2007 08:05:00 PM LEXINGTON KY US Shipment picked up from seller's facility
December 10, 2007 09:56:00 AM LEXINGTON KY US Departure Scan
December 10, 2007 10:08:00 PM BALTIMORE MD US Arrival Scan
December 11, 2007 05:33:00 AM BALTIMORE MD US Departure Scan
December 11, 2007 10:00:00 AM SECAUCUS NJ US Arrival Scan
December 11, 2007 10:43:00 PM SECAUCUS NJ US Departure Scan
December 12, 2007 03:20:00 AM BALTIMORE MD US Arrival Scan [AGAIN????]
December 12, 2007 04:38:00 AM BALTIMORE MD US Departure Scan
December 12, 2007 10:07:00 AM RICHMOND VA US Arrival Scan
December 12, 2007 11:06:00 AM RICHMOND VA US Departure Scan
December 12, 2007 02:46:00 PM MY TOWN US Arrival Scan
December 12, 2007 04:43:00 PM MY TOWN US Departure Scan
[Why are we now DEPARTING from the CORRECT TOWN?????]
December 13, 2007 07:33:00 AM MY TOWN US Out for delivery
[That’s more like it.]
December 13, 2007 11:51:00 AM MY TOWN NC US Delivered
[WOOOHOOOO!!!!]

As you can see, they have now been delivered - late but well-traveled. I hope this improves the flavor. But if I were my pods, I would get a new travel agent. No need to go to Baltimore twice in two days, especially if you can't stay long enough to get some of those awesome crab cakes.

Well, drafting this blog post is making me want a cup. Ta-ta.

ps. As for the connection of this post to yarn: 1) If I don't drink coffee there is no yarn play or articulable speech for that matter; and 2) My yarn club meets in a coffee shop. Any arguments/ questions/challenges? Good.

Excuses . . . excuses . . .

2007-12-13T13:42:00.000-05:00

OK. I will now admit that blogging on a regular basis is difficult. And, at least in my case, it is not due to a lack of substantive blogging material. Chaos is my co-pilot. Just look at my knitting chair (aka "Fiber Arts Studio") :

click to embiggen

No, I have plenty to talk about, and I am getting a lot faster with the camera. The problem is . . . brace yourself for this . . . lack of TIME. I know, I know. Everyone but ME has adequate time in their life to accomplish all necessary and extra-curricular tasks. It's really not fair.

If I were full of character, I would not attempt to offer any excuses for the infrequency of my blogging. But I suffered a significant loss of character during childbirth and I like to make lists. Consequently, here are the top five reasons I have not bombarded you with daily blogging brilliance:

1) I have crabs. When you stop laughing, look at this picture:

Is he not the cutest purple pincher land hermit crab you've ever seen? Apparently, hermit crabs are a little shy of the camera flash, and everytime I snapped a photo he would retract into his shell and fall off his coconut hut. So, to avoid further injury to my crab, you'll just have to trust me that "Lump" is really in there. I've got three more just like him, and they live in this:

Here's "Elton" all snuggled in his moss-lined hammock:

There will be more crab pictures in the future and they will be yarn-related. (I'll let you chew on that one for a while. **wink** )

2) I have three fancy goldfish. Here's Ramone (formerly Mona before I realized she was a he):

And here are Otis and Pearl (black one):

3) I have a dog whom you've seen before, but here is Mr. Snuggle Beagle again making further use of his own crocheted afghan:

4) I have a cat. In lieu of a picture of the actual cat whom you've also seen previously, here is the "slightly used" crocheted cat nip mouse that I made for her:

Note: I highly recommend that you photograph finished objects BEFORE giving them to the cat for testing and assessment.

5) I have a couple of these:

Nuff said.

Each of the items on the above list require routine maintenance and occasional snuggling, except for the crabs. Snuggling freaks them out, but they do like to be misted with a spray bottle.

I think these are pretty darn good (and cute) excuses for lack of yarn blogging. But I will try to reform (or not). I assure you that there has been MUCH yarn play at my house, but the blogging of it must be delayed so as not to spoil holiday gift surprises. Stay tuned.

Perhaps I'll flash my stash at you soon. I've picked up some GORGEOUS yarns lately, and they are ready for their close-up. Here's a sneak peek:

Ta-ta.

Yarn, it’s not just for dinner

2007-11-28T20:39:00.000-05:00

True to form, my day started with a little chaos. As I was climbing out of the passenger side of my car in front of my office building, my cell phone launched itself out of my purse and into the gutter.

Crap.

I thought momentarily about leaving it there for the city rats to make prank calls. But, after careful consideration, I decided a rescue attempt was in order for several reasons:

1) I try to be as green as possible and it didn’t strike me as sustainable to purchase my 37^th cell phone (one must upgrade, you know) unless absolutely necessary. If you need further persuasion on this point - check this out.

2) I just moved to a new office this week and I didn’t yet have phone service. Without my cell, I might miss the two calls I get every week.

3) My entire personal phone directory is in that phone because I am too lazy to create a backup directory.

After going up to my office and recruiting my co-workers for advice and assistance, I had a plan AND a back-up plan. And . . wait for it . . . both plans involved YARN. And quite nice yarn. It’s this glowing green Elsebeth Lavold angora yarn that I got as a souvenir in Georgetown at Stitch DC. I’ve been using it to make this:

Crocheted scarf for my sister-in-law made with a simple alternating shell stitch from one of my favorite crochet stitch dictionaries.

So, with plans in hand and a ring tone in my heart, I returned to the street.*

Plan A: Make large sticky ball of packing tape, attach to lovely yarn, lower tape ball into sewer and poke at tape with long stick-like device to cause adherence to phone.

Result: As phone was resting in puddle of shallow sewer water and assorted decomposing things, the tape became immediately wet and useless.

Plan B: Commandeer Co-worker A’s water cup, attach lovely yarn to handle, lower cup into sewer, use Co-worker B’s broom to sweep phone into cup and pull to safety.

Result: Triumph! Phone was retrieved and was only mildly wet on exterior and still working.

Here is my phone expressing thanks to the yarn for its role in the rescue operation.

So, the lesson here is never leave home without yarn. Aside from being able to work on holiday gifts while in line at the ATM behind the guy apparently attempting to APPLY FOR A MORTGAGE, it could save your life or, better yet, your phone directory.

*Safety Note: Obviously, safety is a significant consideration in executing any plan requiring one to be on their knees in a city street during the morning rush hour. For the benefit of OSHA inspectors lurking on my blog (stop laughing - it could happen) and others concerned for my well-being, I must state that two of my co-workers accompanied me to the street and kindly stood guard to make sure I was not squished by a bus during the rescue operation (or maybe they just followed me out there to witness me making a complete arse of myself in the middle of downtown).

The Cobbler's Children Have No Shoes

2007-11-26T18:01:00.000-05:00

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Well, in my case, it’s the knitter’s children that had no mittens. With all the gift knitting and crocheting around my house lately, I had neglected to notice that the weather was FINALLY turning cold enough to warrant the covering of bare patches of skin.

In fact, I’d been so pre-occupied that I had to be notified of this weather development by my oldest son, M. When M tried to use the backyard swing on Saturday, the chains were too cold for his hands. I found him fruitlessly rummaging around in our sweater/hat/scarf bin trying on several pairs of mittens and gloves. Finding them either too small, too big, or not meant to be worn on your hands (e.g., "Honey, that’s a hat."), he asked me if I could make him some. Duh.

After watching my parent-of-the-year nomination burst into flames before my eyes, I immediately drug M upstairs to go stash diving for mitten-worthy yarn. After both he and his brother had selected yarn for their mittens, I set to work. In 24 hours, they were done. Note: Each pair only took about 1 hour to make, but my progress was frequently interrupted by our dirty laundry pile which, having turned into Mount Killamybacka, required some serious attention on my part. But I digress.

Here's the other pair (there was some collusion on the design) :

Nothing fancy, but they are perfectly functional and will likely slip into the sock/mitten black hole within a matter of days requiring replacements. I used a very simple pattern that is available for free on the Lion Brand website here. (Unfortunately, unless you’ve registered at their website, the link might not work for you.)

Well, the laundry awaits.

Someone pass the whipped cream . . .

2007-11-16T08:51:00.000-05:00

. . . 'cause I'm about to have myself a big slice of Kitty Pi!!!

I recently completed this very popular cat bed pattern for my sweet Gracie. I was really going for comfort and stash busting with this project, so I used lots of scrap wool left over from a recent frenzy of felted projects. The pattern for this bed is a knitting pattern, but after reviewing pictures of other Kitty Pis on Ravelry, I decided that a crocheted fabric would be less floppy. I'm stoked about how it came out. And Gracie quickly staked it out as hers.

This is how she looked at 3:00 a.m. this morning when I took the first picture. (How do they sleep like that without a chiropractor?)

This is such an easy project. (hint, hint, to all the newbie crocheters in my SnB - time to let go of the dish cloths!) It's basically just single crochet (or knitting) in the round with a standard formula for increases in each round to expand the diameter.

When you're ready to make the sides, you just do one round of single crochet in the back loop only of each stitch. This magically turns the fabric at a right angle. (I still get excited every time this happens.) Then it's just round and round and round in regular single crochet . . . until it's tall enough to suit you or you just can't take the excitement anymore.

How big to make it? Well, you just have to wing it. All wools felt a bit differently, but my rule of thumb is make it about 1/3 bigger than you want the final piece to be. As for the felting process, again, it's part magic and part luck, but here are some good instructions for felting.

So, if you gotta kitty or even a cold-natured, not-so-big doggy, consider giving this pattern a try.

Well, here ya go.

2007-11-09T13:28:00.001-05:00

I've gone and done it. Here I sit. On a blog. With a virgin post. I've resisted the urge to start a blog for quite some time. Until now, the thought of adding any further commitments to my life seemed nothing short of absurd. But, as absurdity is a frequent visitor to my world, it's not much of an excuse.

So, what will this blog cover? Yarn and the various things that people, mostly me and my yarn peeps, do with it. That's it. And that's quite enough. It's a topic that occupies quite a slice of the cyberspace pie already. I nibble and taste that pie every night as I click through my favorite knitting and crochet blogs. Maybe I can add a little something. Perhaps not. Either way, no one gets hurt.

But I must admit it will take all my strength not to wax political, philosophical or maniacal. There are things going on in this world that cut my heart right out on a daily basis. But I have other outlets for those musings. As for yarn blather, my family, coworkers and friends (those not already sucked into my madness) are threatening to mutiny if I don't stop pestering them with updates on FOs, WIPs, frog sessions and fiber crawls. Though I feel compelled to note that there are those that benefit quite nicely from my little obsession. Case in point:

So, here ya go. I give you Club Yarn. Stop by when you can for your daily fiber allowance. See what I'm up to or obsessing about. Let me know what you think.

ps. A big 'ol shout out to T for helping me get this blog going and to lil' H for being so patient because this assistance was provided in the middle of his dinner.